Caroline and Evy showed up to this session at Quabbin Reservoir ready to make it their own personal storybook, and they nailed it. I gathered some blooms from my garden to bring, and Evy, being an icon of good taste, immediately claimed them as her own. That bouquet was thrown, twirled, gifted, reclaimed, and at one point, almost eaten (by whom? unclear).
Sessions like this are why I do what I do—freezing fleeting, messy, beautiful moments so they can be relived again and again.
